Behold His Name
Behind the fortress,
where heartache dwells,
beneath the lies,
the truth one tells.
Betrayed, and cursed,
for making a stand,
the trumpet is heard,
in far off lands.
Be not a sinner,
behold His name,
our walk as mortal,
is not a game.
Time shall end,
but life goes on,
as believers continue,
their journey home.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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